SNOW, Severen

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{ A B O U T . Y O U }

Name: Jessica Lisbeth or jessers or jessie.
Gender: Oh yes, feminine parts I haz.
Age: Seventeen forever—or at least til February.
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{ A B O U T . T H E . C H A R A C T E R }

Name: Severen Oliver Snow
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Male
Year: Sixth (in the 77-78 school year)
Face Claim: Robert Pattinson

Canon or Original? O o o o r i g i n a l

Facial Properties: His piercing blue eyes stun and disable, his perfectly straight, white teeth blind and his strong, sharp jaw line makes you weak in the knees. With gentle ivory skin blessing his high cheek bones and thick, dark eyebrows shading his almond shaped eyes, his lips are soft, a pale tan color. He keeps his dark brown hair long and unruly, styled up and a little spiked the way he likes it. Sometimes with five o’clock shadow, his chin is almost square and chiseled.
Physique: Broad shoulders, built arms, small waist. His back is well defined and his arms follow close behind. His legs are long and he is relatively skinny. His hands are large and masculine, his chest defined. He has a scar running up his back on the right side. It starts out thin at the bottom and growing thicker as it reaches mid shoulder, almost like a comet. This, he doesn’t speak about.

Wand Type: Ash wood, Twelve and a quarter inch, unicorn hair core
Wand Expertise: Charm work.
Patronus: An Elephant. They are strong and aggressive under attack but are quiet and gentle creatures. Like Sev.
Boggart: Death. He can’t imagine killing anyone or witnessing such a thing. He has a hard time with loss.

Personality:

Even before Severen was adopted, he had been extremely quiet, keeping his thoughts to himself. As a young boy, he would go for days without speaking, just observing and thinking. Only would he speak if he was spoken to. When the rest of his siblings arrived, he opened up much more, mostly with Traye and the girls. As he grew, he learned to communicate but still rarely was the one to begin a conversation. When Skye came along, he found she was easy to talk to because she insisted on him talking and would genuinely listen, not that she would remember what he said later. Brielle also made a difference in his communication skills, seeing as she too was quiet. The difference between the two was that she had many friends and he never thought he could. She proved to him that he could still be shy and quiet but open up as well, without losing himself. Often times, he enjoys to just take some time and think. He is extremely pensive and rarely acts on impulse, always thinking things over. Girls are the only thing in particular that numbs this instinct.

Because Severen is so quiet, he tends to have a lack of social skills. Although he watches and understands people uncommonly well, he gets uncomfortable, making others uncomfortable as well. He stops mid sentence or says something strange and walks away, stares without meaning to. He just makes situations unbelievably awkward. Severen is embarrassed easily, although, for some, it is a good thing. He has learned over time to be very comforting and cool when people are upset. He knows how to read people, figure out exactly what it is they need and how to apply that.

Severen definitely knows how to defend himself. Physically, emotionally, magically & mentally. People are aware not to mess with Sev, beginning with his brothers. He is strong in build and in mental capabilities. When he feels threatened, he neutralizes the threat. He is extraordinarily protective of the people he cares for, especially the few he says he loves. Sadly, one of his flaws is that he is easily aggravated and frustrated. When he is angry, he becomes somewhat aggressive because words never really suit him. He has an extremely hard time expressing himself and that alone frustrates him. If he gets pushed to the limit, he is dangerous, but only once has this occurred in his life time. To an extent, he is tolerant but it honestly depends on his situation and mood.

Sev enjoys the simple pleasures in life, taking things slow and one step at a time. He doesn’t ]hate messes but he likes his possessions and spaces neat. The only factors that tend to rewire this instinct, as well as others, are girls. Sev isn’t sure if it is just Skye or girls in general but he becomes very forgetful and impulsive with girls. This also results in Severen making more mistakes than he approves of. With his family, he is nurturing and kind. He is the eldest of the children so he tends to have a strong sense of responsibility. In some ways, he fears his brothers but he extraordinarily brave, going on as if they are not a threat to his safety. He is loyal to his friends although he has few and rarely lets them down.

Severen is a musical savant. Before he warmed up to Jason and Dustin, he was playing Mozart on their baby grand piano. Both of his fathers were thoroughly impressed and decided to see how much Sev was capable of. His first guitar wouldn’t be his last and was the gateway to a world of other musical possibilities. By age nine, he could play just about any instrument he could get his hands, learning by ear and Jason teaching him to read music. He was more than humble about his abilities, never getting a big head. After his fight with the boys and finding how short his temper truly was, Severen utilized his voice to keep him calm, collected. Although nearly every instrument was easy for him, he enjoyed focusing on piano and guitar, claiming they were more ‘his style’. Writing songs, on the other hand, is an enormous challenge for him. As long as it is wordless, he is content. Otherwise, he attempts to express himself through the music, ending with lyrics.


Likes:
+ Silence. He enjoys the quiet, where he can be pensive and thoughtful.
+ Deep Conversation. He would rather get to know someone than just hook up or declare friendship.
+ Singing. It calms him down and helps him focus.
+Sex. Makes him feel like he has control but it doesn’t happen often.
+Shakespeare. He believes Shakespeare was a genius with words. He is one of his favorite authors.
+Reading. Getting lost in a world that isn’t his, to watch other people’s problems instead of his own, he can’t help but love it.
+Music. All kinds, any kind. Playing it, listening to it, writing it. His favorite composer is Debussy.
+Quidditch. Sev isn’t a very physical person in day to day life but he loves the rush of the game and the feel of the wind. Winning or losing on the other hand doesn’t matter to him, he just enjoys the challenge.
+Commitment.
+Running. He likes feeling fit, in shape. If he can run where no one else is and see beautiful things, it’s a plus.
+Loyalty. He can’t stand it when people betray others.
Dislikes:
– Confusion. When he can’t understand what is going on or express himself, he gets extremely aggravated.
–Confrontation. But who does? His past doesn’t allow him to handle it well though…
–Liars. He enjoys the truth and nothing but. He only lies if he is protecting someone.
–His own aggression. He hates the fact that he loses control, hates the fact that he could hurt someone in the process and that makes him even more aggressive.
–Messes. He likes things neat and organized but he can’t always keep things that way.
–Small Talk. He can’t handle it, it just gets awkward. It may not for others but for him…yep.
–Writing. He is a man of few words.
–Confined Spaces. He likes to be out in the open, free to do as he pleases.
– Clingyness. Again, he likes his space.
–Forced situations. He likes things to come naturally, not to have to do anything.
–His own weaknesses.

History:

**NOTE: I am not hinting toward any house for Severen if I specify anyone else’s past or present house seeing as; 1) he is adopted and 2) unrelated to EVERYONE i mention. Please don’t take it as a hint! :]] His house will be hard enough to decide in the first place.

Kristen and Jackson Snow were a patient couple, living in Italy after they married, since they met back at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. Shortly after, they had three beautiful children, Alexander, Marielle and Jason. Alex was the eldest of the three, bright and talented, constantly smiling and pointing his camera at everything that would sit still long enough for him to take a picture of. Marielle was the middle child, devious and fun loving, constantly getting herself and the boys into trouble and playing tricks on anyone who was easy enough to trick. But the beginning of my story rests on the youngest, Jason. He was the sweet and gullible musician, constantly looking after his siblings, although they were perfectly capable of looking after themselves and being easily tricked by his big sister. But Jason, he was different from his siblings. It was something he battled with constantly. Jason was gay. Ever since he was old enough to notice the opposite sex, he began to realize that it wasn’t girls he was noticing. And so, his family quickly caught on. Alex was the first to notice. Sinking onto his bed late one night, Alex questioned Jason. Now, if you knew much about Alex and Jason’s relationship, you would know that they were always open and honest with each other. Alex was very protective of Jay, ever since he was born. Jason never held anything back from Alexander either. The two together were merely best friends born from the same mother. Jason told him his thoughts, told him what he knew himself to be. Alex was concerned at first but accepted it immediately. He could handle it, Jason was still Jason. And so, the two went on as they always had with the exception of Alex pointing out girls. That ceased and Jay was actually glad. Alex seemed to understand. Next came his parents. Like I mentioned before, Kristen and Jackson were a very patient couple. What I didn’t mention was that they had taught Alex by example. They too, were accepting. Marielle was a different story. See, as Alex and Jason sat on their parent’s bed, explaining the difference between the two, Marielle sat at the foot of the door, ear pressed against it. When the boys left the room and shut the door, Marielle grabbed Jason by the hair and swung him to the ground, screaming in his face that he couldn’t be a fag, she wouldn’t let her brother be a fag. Jason was eight years old that day. Marielle was eleven. Alex was fourteen. Alex had grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her down the hall, throwing her in her bedroom and slamming the door. Jason lay, crying into the floor and Alex picked him up gently and took him back into his room. Marielle was grounded but it wasn’t enough. The rest of that year, Jason slept in Alex’s bed, too afraid the Marielle would try to hurt him again. Finally, he was at Hogwarts with his siblings. Mari ignored him constantly, passing him in the halls and when he spoke to her, she would call him vile names and walk off, laughing with her friends. By the time he was fifteen, Marielle had moved out, graduated Hogwarts and became Marielle Hill. She refused his letters, sending them back unread. By then, everyone at Hogwarts knew he was gay and in result, Jason was virtually friendless.

Jamie was the exception. Jamie Tinker. A squib under wizarding parents. Their meeting was fate seeing as he was a fifth year at Hogwarts and she was a muggle who’s mother happened to be a professor at the school at the time. He had stumbled across the witty child when he walked into the kitchens to help the house elves. There she sat, on top of a counter as the elves busied themselves around her, pen in hand, gliding across a page. He didn’t recognize her but immediately she looked up and smiled at him. “Hi there!” she exclaimed. He blushed, momentarily shouting, “I AM EMOTIONALLY UNSTABLE RIGHT NOW!” Immediately, he blushed and covered his mouth, turning to run away. She had hopped down and stopped him, saying “Well, I won’t judge you. I am Jamie. I am a squib. See? I have no reason to judge you, I have my own insecurities.” Jason blinked, then smiled, proclaiming, “I am Jason and I am a wizard, but I am homosexual.” She waited for a moment and then giggled, “Is that it? Well, then I guess we are okay.” Just like the beginning, their friendship was extremely honest and straight forward. Never did she judge him, never did she tease him. He was human being, just like herself. Eventually, they began attending social events together, especially the Quidditch games. Jamie was assigned many photography gigs by the Prophet, Jason tagging along. Her photography was exceptional, Jason awed by it in turn. One extremely sunny afternoon, there was a much anticipated Ravenclaw v. Slytherin match and Jamie was to be there, camera in hand. The two laughed as the teams flew around, never quite understanding the game much. Jason, like his brother, was a Hufflepuff, so he felt no need to cheer either team on. Finally, someone out on the field caught Jamie’s eye, just about the same time someone else caught Jason’s. Charles Dempsey, Ravenclaw team captain, flew by winking at Jamie and smiling. She nearly passed out but Jason barely noticed, focusing on someone else. Dustin Rood, the Slytherin beater, starred at Jason, Jason starring back. Dustin’s long, bleach blind hair blew around his sculpted face, his blue eyes piercing. The blond angel nodded, smiling to Jason and he nearly passed out along side Jamie. Both friends looked at each other, astounded and awestruck. That was the end of Jason’s loneliness, Jamie’s as well. Only a few weeks later, both had boyfriends, one more surprising than the other. Yes, Dustin was gay as well. The boys fell head over heels for each other, never leaving each other’s side. That was how their Hogwarts year ended as well, the four friends, two couples, inseparable. A few years later, Charles proposed to Jamie and she became Jamie Dempsey. Although gay marriage wasn’t legal at the time, Dustin changed his name the same year, becoming Dustin Snow. Not long after, there were three children playing at the Snow house in London. William, Jacob and Molly Rose. Not that they were the Snow children but they were present constantly in their house. They were the Dempsey children. Now, I am sure you are thinking, how are the Dempsey kids relevant to Severen’s history? Well, they are everything. They were the reason Dustin and Jason decided they too wanted children. And so, their search began.

Severen’s history as a child is as much of a blur to the orphanage as it is to Severen himself. Thrust into an orphanage at the age of five, his record was gruesome. Ate a young age, he had been beaten of speaking, for walking into rooms he was forbid, for doing anything a normal child would do. Having been sent to the hospital multiple times with broken limbs and bruises covering his body, he was eventually taken away. Sent to Wool’s orphanage in London, he was taken care of, slowly nursing him back to health. He was bright but never spoke. Jason Snow had been popping in and out of the orphanage, helping out and constantly looking for an orphan with some sign of magic while indulging his wish for a child. When Severen was admitted, Jason had a good feeling about the small boy. Dustin, always being known for his observancy, was the first person Jason had called when he saw a little magic of his own. There sat little Severen, twelve tiny emerald birds flying about his room, giggling and hands waving, another bird appearing instantly. Jason starred in amazement. The child wouldn’t speak, yet he did impeccable magic, innocent but magnificent. Dustin arrived soon and they sat the boy down, bribing him with a cupcake. Dustin held the treat out while Jason kept Sev seated half way across the room. Severen struggled under Jason but he wouldn’t let him budge. Finally, Sev sat still, starring hard at the cupcake. Just like that, it floated through the air to the small child. Jason let go, mouth wide open and Sev hopped of his chair, snagging the cupcake from the air and smiling. Both nodded to each other, astounded but slightly concerned. Weeks later, the paper work was completed and little Sev was in their care, smiling but still silent. In the beginning, it was hard for both men, struggling to get Severen to communicate. Eventually, they gave up, letting Sev have full reign over the house. It was gloomy afternoon and Jason sat in the parlor at the window, completely discouraged. Dustin was at his desk, writing away at his journal. The two spoke quietly about the boy, trying to decide what the best move would be to take next. A light note floated up from the baby grand piano in the middle of the room and both stopped and looked up, confused. Little Severen, seated on the high piano bench that he most likely struggled to get on top of, starred at the keys curiously. Slowly, he reached up and hit another note, this time lower. His face lit up with a bright smile, followed quickly by another note. This one blended in with the other, creating harmony. Severen looked startled, listening intently. Dustin and Jason glanced at each other, eyes wide and awestruck. After an hour, young Severen could play simple chords, all by his own ear. His fathers were utterly amazed as well as confounded. Severen had a gift, a gift that was extraordinary and extensive. Days passed and the two researched such gifts intently, trying to find a way to classify it, help it grow. In the end, they came to one conclusion. Severen was a musical savant. Within only a few months, the young child was playing things ranging from Bach to Mozart, anything he could listen to or that Jason could show him. Jason, being the original pianist in the house, taught little Sev to read music which he did exceptionally well. Quickly, the men realized that piano wasn’t the only thing Severen could play. In all honesty, Sev could play any instrument he could get his hands on but preferred piano and acoustic guitar. The two felt blessed to have found such a talented child, both in music and in magic.

Sunny and bright, the morning had been exceptionally quiet, the only sound gracing the manor was the sound of Beethoven’s symphony in E- flat major, sounding softly through the air. Dustin and Jason sat at the kitchen table, eating breakfast quietly. The piano stopped and both men looked up from their breakfast, turning to the doorway to the parlor. There Severen appeared momentarily. “Jay?” the small child said in the sweetest, velvet, almost liquid voice the men had ever heard. And that was the thing; they had never heard his voice before. Jason nodded, completely in shook, also surprised the little boy was using the nickname that only Dustin and Alex called him. “Yes Severen?” Sev took a deep breath, blushing a little. He looked into the parlor, then back his fathers, saying quietly, “If it bothers you, I can stop.” Dustin leaned back in his chair and Jason giggled quietly, responding, ”Severen, you sound fantastic. I’d honestly rather you didn’t stop.” Sev’s face lit up instantly and he nearly bounced back to the piano. Song filled the air once again, much louder this time and Jason turned to Dustin, shaking his head. “I told you,” he laughed, citing a previous conversation they had a little too loud the day before. Dustin had mentioned Severen’s incessant playing was beginning to get on his nerves, Jason replying with the fact that he needed to keep it down, that Severen was more observant than he thought. And so, he was right and Dustin knew it. Dustin rolled his eyes and the two laughed, going back to their food and crosswords. From then on, Sev slowly began to open up to the two men he was to call Dad and…Dad.

The day Traye Nathanial Snow came to be Severen’s brother was the day Severen learned he wasn’t the only one who was ‘shy’. Traye too had been abused as a child and spoke rarely, only to get what he needed or to answer others. With Severen on the other hand, the two actually held conversations with each other. It started out slow, the boys sharing a room, both very young. Nate would go and sit beside Severen as he played the piano and Severen would give Traye a little boost on his shoulders when he couldn’t reach the top shelf in the cupboards. Jason and Dustin liked the fact that the boys got a long so well and it didn’t bother them as much when Traye had Sev ask them for something. Eventually, Traye came to them, just like Severen. All the boys needed was time. And time, they had. After about two years, Dustin came to Jason early in the morning. He was excited, pushing at Jason to wake up. He shook his head when Jason asked what was wrong and only told him to get dressed and come to the orphanage. So he did. There he found four boys, all around the same age, all bunked in the same room. Dustin had a good feeling about him and so, he was correct. All four were wizards. Powerful at that, for young kids. Using the same tests they used for Severen and Traye when they had first been discovered, both men were surprised but ready to take on the challenge of six boys. Caleb was a very head strong, paranoid boy whom had grown up with a mother who had been committed to an insane asylum. He didn’t take well to either Severen or Traye, avoiding them at all costs. Traye attempted to make friends with him, by no avail and Severen didn’t bother. He was old enough to believe that if someone didn’t like him, he would let them. Morgan too didn’t take well to Sev or Traye. You see, Morgan was a pathological liar, raised by criminal after criminal. He was passed about until finally he had landed in the orphanage. The Snow men were a God send for his well being. Jasper was quiet too but he was more passive than anything. His history was a mystery to everyone seeing as they found him on the street and young Jazz refused to speak about himself. He was okay with the boys but he really didn’t attach himself to anyone. Then, there was Tyson. He was sort of the runt of the group, small and sweet. His family died in a wizarding accident of some sort but Tyson was a bit too optimistic and didn’t enjoy talking about it. He immediately clicked with Traye, the two finding they both loved to fly. The house was constantly busy and buzzing, eventually laughter filling the group. Severen avoid Morgan and Caleb as much as possible, making the house slightly tense but rather interesting. Jason felt as though, even though there were six children running around the house, something was missing. Soon, his prayers were answered. It was a chilly spring morning and Jason came bouncing into the house, scooping Severen onto his shoulders and taking Dustin’s hand. “I have a surprise for you Dusty!! And Sev? I want you to come with me and let me know if you approve,” laughed Jason, and the three bounced out the door. Walking into the orphanage for the first time since he was five, Sev looked around, a little confused. They made their way down a long hall and turned into the last door on the left. There sat two beautiful girls, about three years younger than Severen. His eye brows furrowed as Jason set him back down on his feet. Dustin looked over to Jason, asking if they were ‘special’ too. Jason nodded and Severen smiled instantly. He knew what this meant. The girls were witches. For the first time in his life, he actually sat down next to them on his own accord and spoke. “I’m Severen and I would like to be your big brother,” he said confidently, the men laughing quietly behind him. Both girls smiled and spoke over each other, stopping quickly to take turns. “I am Sienna,” the little blond one said, smiling brightly and blushing a little. “Sierra,” said the brunette shortly, giving him a bit of a wink. And that was that, the beginning of Severen’s closest bond to his siblings. He looked after the girls and enjoyed their company very much. Now, eight children resided in the Snow house, living peacefully in a sense.

The air outside was cool, the autumn beginning to sink in and summer beginning to fade. Sev stood out in the middle of an enormous field surrounded by tall, brightly colored trees. The light wind brushed his hair a bit and he took a deep breath, eyes slipping closed. His gray tee shirt clung tightly to him and kept him warm, the broom in his hand only a few degrees colder than his skin. He felt two rushes of air fly past him and his eyes opened to see Traye and Sierra zipping after each other high in the air. Jason’s hand rested on Severen’s shoulder and he looked over at him. Jason knew how much Severen loved Quidditch and he knew how competitive the boys got. Severen hated that. But he was calm today, centered and pensive, able to think clearly very quickly. Another rush of air and Kohl and Uncle Alex flew past, Caleb and Morgan following quickly. Tyson flew past April and both winked at each other playfully. Aunt Melody, Mae and Jasper were opening the boxes which contained their Quidditch gear ranging from all the balls to the beater sticks, etc. Jason nodded to little Alissa and began to walk away. Brielle walked up behind him, attempting tickle him from behind but he only smiled, refusing to lose his cool. Sienna came to the opposite side of Bri, hopping up to kiss Severen on the cheek and he winked at her. Quickly she took up her broom and flew off with the rest. “Please play,” he said quietly to Brielle. She shook her head and he pouted but she wouldn’t budge. Bri had always been afraid of heights, something Severen had embraced since he was very young. She smiled, sauntering off to Jason as he held up the snitch. Sev took his broom gracefully, soaring up to float beside Dustin. The teams were already divided. Kohl and Caleb were team captains, as well as keepers. Sienna and Sierra took Kohl’s team as the beaters and April and Mae on the opposing team. Dustin and Melody decided to just be defense for their respective teams. Severen and Morgan were seekers. Everyone else were equally divided and antsy to begin. Brielle, Alissa and Jason were to sit on the sidelines, to watch the game. Finally, Jason released the balls into the air and the chaos began. Sev flew high into the air, eyes open and alert, ready to fly at anything that sparkled. The game was on and the family was extremely competitive, even his extended family. Morgan sat facing Severen, looking at him instead of for the Snitch. He knew he would find it when Sev did. And eventually, that was what happened. Severen caught the sight of the tiny bugger but he acted as though he didn’t see it. Severen was sneaky this way and he could tell that Morgan hadn’t seen it yet. Quickly, he dove, flying toward the ground and directly at the small golden ball hovering above the ground. The moment it moved, he did too. Before he knew it, he was flying all over the meadow, Morgan on his tail. He heard Sienna scream and he looked up to see a bright yellow light miss his head by only an inch, clipping his shoulder. The pain was instant but minimal and he yelled out but soared faster toward the snitch. This is what he meant by competitive. His brothers got a bit too into the game. His shoulder was searing but he was so close to the snitch. He heard a whooshing sound and then a thud, turning to look, Morgan had been hit by a bludger, compliments of Miss Sierra herself. God, that girl had an arm. He flew harder, faster, reaching out an only about an inch from the snitch. That was when it happened. Out of nowhere, both bludgers had smacked into him, one in his chest, the other into his stomach. Almost in slow motion, he fell. He was perfectly aware of what was going on, the wind passing him the wrong way, Morgan and Caleb both throwing down their stolen bludger sticks and April and Sienna moving quick to retrieve them. The surprise on everyone’s face, Traye and Kohl flying quickly toward him, Brielle and Alissa’s shrill screams, the sensation of being painfully breathless and then, softness. He hadn’t hit the ground but rather caught in Traye’s arms. Sev looked up at him gratefully, struggling to regain the function of his lungs. Traye flew him to the ground and set him down quickly.
Sev couldn’t have believed what had happened next. Traye whipped around, pointing his wand up to Morgan and shouting a spell Severen had never heard before. Orange light shot toward him but Morgan dodged, flying and landing quick on the ground, pointing his wand at Traye and shouting. Green omitted from his wand and Traye mumbled something that caused a blue shadow to form around him, Morgan’s spell being absorbed in it. Severen was still attempting to breathe as Caleb took Morgan’s side, Tyson to Traye’s. Suddenly, shouts and light and more shouts and more light was bouncing and echoing through the air. Others moved in to stop the quarrel but Caleb wasn’t ready to finish yet. He pointed his wand into the air, a thick bubble formed around the five, Traye, Tyson, Caleb, Morgan and Severen. Why Caleb had included in this shield Severen, he didn’t know. Not yet. Finally regaining his air, Severen stood up quickly, pulling out his wand but he was a bit too late. Traye shot backwards and into the thick wall behind him. Severen ran to him, kneeling down to see if he was okay but in turn, making himself vulnerable. Both boys had been trying to anger Severen for weeks but he hadn’t given in. Now, they were just pushing it. But the problem was, that was their plan. Traye looked up at Severen, okay at first, then eyes widening. Severen heard the spell but he wasn’t quick enough. A ripping pain shot up his back, from his lower back on the right side, making its way up to the middling of his right shoulder. Screaming loudly, his eyes slammed shut and he squeezed them tightly, grinding his teeth together, unable to stop the tears that rose to his eyes. It was all he could think about, the unbelievable pain. He could feel the warm blood trickling down into his pants, fire in his eyes. The rage took over instantaneously and he looked into Traye’s eyes, not seeing. He knew Traye was yelling at him but to Severen, everything was silent. He stood, feeling nothing but the wand in his hand and the rage in his heart. He spun on his heel; mouth shut eyes, shooting down Morgan and Caleb. He walked past Tyson, passed the deranged faces on the other side of the bubble, past his reason and sanity, past his restrain. Nothing held him back anymore, only pulled him toward the two who had tormented him since they arrived to the family. Stopping about ten feet away from the two, glaring in return, they grinned. Something inside of him boiled, his wand outstretched, as were theirs. He didn’t shake, his concentration never wavering. His nostrils flared and clearly, slowly, he formed the words to his spell in his head, never letting them leave his lips. Before the boys had a clue what was happening, a dark sort of smoke had smashed them back into the wall behind them, knocking them onto their stomachs. Both sprang up after shaking off the shook and shouted a spell together but before they had even finished uttering the words, he was blocking them. Caleb and Morgan shouted spell after spell, each one bouncing off of Sev with ease. He felt vulnerable still, the blood running down his leg, his face growing pale and beaded with sweat. Finally, he was tired of their games. Another silent spell and both boys flew into the air, smashing into the ceiling of their home made force field. Crashing into the ground, breaking several bones in each of them, Sev took a quick, deep breath in. The overall sense of safety flooded him as the bubble vanished. Knees giving way, he collapsed into Brielle’s arms and she lowered him slowly and unstably. Tears rolled down his face as he leaned into her chest, Jason scrambling to fix his wounds. Cleaning them wasn’t a problem with his Aunt Melody’s help but Jason wasn’t skilled at any sort of healing. The pain was gruesome. Kohl ripped his shirt off and stuck it into Severen’s mouth, Sev biting down hard with the pain and Brielle holding him tightly. April and Mae grabbed Alissa and carried her in the direction of Bri’s house, Sienna and Sierra struggling against Tyson and Jasper’s grip as they tugged them along behind. Dustin and Alex mended the boys’ bones easily enough, sending them back home forcefully with the use of very tricky spells. Traye bent down, looking into his eyes and whispered, “Thank you.” Severen nodded but quickly bit down again as fire shot through his back again. When all was said and done, all that was left was a scar resembling a comet streaking across the right side of his back. Brielle and Kohl insisted Sev, Traye and Tys stay with them another week and Jason agreed, finding he may need the time to get a grip on the other two. And so he did. The bond between him and Brielle got stronger and stronger. From then on, she was no longer just his favorite cousin; she was one of his best friends. But Severen was ashamed of his explosion though his family commended him. He saw it as a weakness, the scar only a reminder. Never did he let people see it if he could help it, never letting them ask if they did see it and not explaining if they had the chance to ask. He hated it. It was the only one true thing he hated about himself. How truly dangerous he was when he was angry, especially when he was vulnerable.

Our story now takes a strange twist, one most would find irrelevant to Severen’s history but one that shaped him in a way that is crucial. One that appears in his personality in ways you can’t imagine. Something that began in the form of Skyler Reginald; Severen’s first girlfriend. How he and Skye came to know each other is strange, one of those weird coincidences where they see each other in the hall and one thinks to himself, “Now, she is someone I could see in my future,” whereas the other thinks to herself, “Now, he is someone I could see in my bedroom at night.” Of course, things didn’t start out for Skye as they usually did. Sev liked to take things slow, thinking on every move he was to make. Somehow, by some strange miracle, he captured he interest and she fell into a pattern of being a girlfriend. Strange? Yes, I know. But, none of that is really the point. See, eventually, Sev was ready and Skye, well, she was always ready. I refuse to go into detail on this subject matter but only to tell you, Skye took Severen’s virginity. Why does this matter? Well, because he liked it. So, sex became what their relationship was based on, solely. After a few months, Severen took Skye on a summer vacation with his entire family. Long story short, Skye found Kohl to be a bit more intriguing and experienced than Severen. He figured out eventually that she was cheating on him and ended it nicely. He then went on to cover for both Kohl and Skye, telling the family he had cheated on her. And so, Kohl thanked him and Sev and Skye remained friends, as he did with the Trinity itself. He learned quickly that he valued loyalty over everything else and so he was to his family and friends. End of story. Now, onto the present.

The second to last Hogsmeade trip of the 1976-1977 school year.
Sev was in a hurry, hopping from store to store and grabbing what he needed before his return to the castle, getting ready to meet the Trinity at the carriages. Kiki had asked him to grab her a few sugar quills at Honeydukes and he too wanted a couple of treats. He dodged into the store, smiling at the woman behind the desk and nodding. He walked quickly to the back of the shop, finding pink colored sugar quills and a smile lit his face. She would like that. Grabbing a handful and sliding them into his pouch, he turned and walked down the wall a ways. Turning into a walk way, he scanned the shelves for the chocolate frogs. Finally, he found them but they were on the opposite side of the shelf. Rolling his eyes, he pushed aside the Cockroach clusters and reached into the enormous jar. Suddenly, someone else’s hand found his and they both gasped, peering through the shelves. Severen’s jaw nearly dropped down to the ground when he saw who he was touching. Nearly white blonde hair, long and thick, bright blue eyes, soft pale skin. She was like an angel wearing rainbows. He blinked then apologized, pulling his hand out of the jar. Walking around to the other side of the shelf, he smiled. Harley Quinn, a Gryffindor. He had never seen her before but he hoped this wouldn’t be the last time. They apologized over and over and finally he remembered the hurry he was in. Grabbing his handful of treats, he bowed out but her face was still in his head. Later on, on several occasions, the two bumped into each other, quite literally. Eventually, Severen worked up the courage to ask her to be his girlfriend. He felt that there had to be a reason she was always stuck in his head and maybe, just maybe, it was fate. She accepted.
The rest is unwritten.

Sample Post: Seeing as Brielle IS Severen’s cousin and she is my baby and ultimate FAVE, I would like to share a fun post, brought to you by Brielle Elisabeth Snow!

Oh my dear, such little faith.

The hair on the back of her neck stood up as she dove into Arthur. The room went dark again but she squeezed her eyes shut tight and put her hands over her face as Arthur sat, a bit stunned. Something cold was pressed to her hand but everything was surrounded by warmth. His laugh made her a lot less afraid, so she pulled back just slightly, removing her hands from her face and opening her eyes. He was shirtless, only wearing his brother's dog tags. A shiver split down her spine and she bit her lip. God, he was beautiful. He pulled her tight, kissing her head and her face lit up. She loved it when he kissed her. It was magnificent. Nuzzling into his chest a bit more, she took in a deep breath. Right then and there, her mouth nearly started watering. The way he smelled was beyond irresistible, a scent she couldn't quite describe. It was as though he smelled like an angel that had been affected by gravity. It sent her into an almost dream like state, feeling calm and protected in his arms, warm so close to his body, euphoric in every sense of the word. He took her hand then, tracing the small lines of her palm. All of her muscles relaxed as she watched him, hypnotized by his touch. Lightning lit up the room and she squinted, turning her face into him and taking a deep breath. Ugh, she hated thunderstorms. They scared her ever since she was old enough to understand what scared was. The rain, she could deal with, though she was more of a sunshine person, but the thunder was what really bothered her. As a child, she used to run into her parents room, always ending up there the entire night. After they got sick of her incessant need to hide from the storms, she turned to Kohl. Of course, being at school, she had to get used to being alone but it wasn't easy. Now, she was just glad to have Arthur, to be more relaxed than she ever had been in a thunderstorm. He kissed her fingertips and she had to restrain her urge to intertwine her legs with his, nearly losing that control. He stopped somewhat abruptly but she barely noticed as another flash of light lit up the room, quickly followed by the frightening boom.


They lay for a moment in silence but his voice broke it momentarily. "Tell me something, mon petite ange," he spoke and she nodded, moving herself so she could look at his pale eyes. The question drained from his lips, poisoned and painful. Just Wes' name coming from Arthur's lips seemed to burn her skin like acid. Everything inside of her froze solid and the air seemed to be knocked from her chest. She ran the question through her mind quickly and repeatedly, trying to make sense of it. She was beginning to thaw out now, his words sinking in. He thought she was using him. Using him for her own gain. To get Wes back. Her hand began to shake in his, her heart stopping cold. Her mouth hung open, betrayed and heartbroken. Could he really belie-- but that was the thing. The look in his eyes told her he actually thought that she was only with him because he was there. Slamming her mouth closed, the tears welling in her eyes, she gritted her teeth together. He didn't trust her. He had forgotten, or he hadn't noticed, very crucial moments for the two of them. For her. The reasons she knew he was the right one, for her. Angered and raw, she pushed away from him a little but didn't look away. How could he? But she knew. He didn't have the whole story. Well, he didn't have much of any story, really. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes. She had to calm herself, relax. She needed to be completely honest with him. She wasn't sure if she could tell him everything tonight but, she wanted him to know, know the truth. She needed to explain to him how she truly felt.

Another deep breath, eyes still closed, she spoke shakily and broken. "Arthur, do you remember that night in the Prefect's bathroom? The night you were upset about Autumn? The night you left and we didn't speak until, well, a night ago?" She swallowed, trying to steer around blaming him for anything, though she couldn't take back what she had said already. "That night was a hard night for me. Not because you left, but because I realized that I really did have feelings for you. Stronger feelings than I have ever felt for anyone." Another deep breath. "What made it worse was that you didn't have those feelings for me,"she stuttered. Her hand pulled away from his and she looked down at the bed sheets, changing the direction of her answer. "You know I liked Wes for a long time. He was the guy everyone wanted and I seemed to be favored more than the others," her throat burned as she spoke. "he had cornered me that day, told me he was jealous. That was the kind of reaction I wanted but I didn't realize at the time that he wasn't the one I wanted it from." Her frame was shaking now, everything inside of her, raw and bleeding, her wounds being newly opened again. She hated talking about this but he needed to know. If he had been questioning this before, she didn't want him to have to do it again. She didn't want to have to explain this again. Tears spilled from her eyes and her voice shook out, choked and strained by her tears. "So, I took advantage of it." Covering her mouth suddenly, the tears ran faster. She couldn't tell him anymore tonight. It hurt more than the original shock itself. It wasn't that she had initiated the entire situation, it was it was all her fault. Everything was her fault. She hated that. Sitting up, she starred at her hands on the covers, attempting to get a hold of herself. It was only a question and she had explained so much, but she didn't know if he actually understood. Finally, she turned to face him. "Yes, Arthur. I am over Wes. I was never really into him, in that sense, to begin with." She bit down on her lip, reaching out and brushing his hair back, her fingertips lingering on his cheek. Quietly she whispered,

"It has always been you."

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{ C O N T R A C T }

I solemnly swear that I, Jessica Lisbeth, have read the rules, understand clearly what my responsibilities are now that I am joining ISS, and will abide by these standards set by the staff.

[Professor Albus Dumbledore]

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